Sun Xingyu stared at Yan Xihua standing at the very front of the spirit ship, and for a moment his whole person was stunned.
Ever since he fled to West Phoenix Valley and met Yan Xihua, the two of them had practically been inseparable, stuck together like glue, loving and affectionate.
Toward Yan Xihua, Sun Xingyu had truly fallen for her; he completely regarded her as the most important woman in his life.
Over these years, he had asked more than once about Yan Xihua's background, only wanting to know a bit more about her.
At first, Yan Xihua told him that her reputation was just too rotten, better not to dig into it—otherwise, the more he knew, the harder it would be for him to accept her.
Sun Xingyu said he didn't care about her past at all.
